Homer: Dad, I have a problem.Grampa: Why did you come to me? I don't know nothin'. I used to get by on my looks. Now they're gone... withered away like an old piece of fruit. (Sobs)Homer: Are you done?Grampa: No, not yet! I was voted the handsomest boy in Albany, New York!Homer: Dad, I don't need advice! I need 15,000 dollars to buy a home!Grampa: Oh, well. All I own is this house, that I built with my own two hands!Homer: You didn't build this house! You won it on a crooked 50's game show!Grampa: I ratted on everybody and got off scott free!